A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years.

but aren't they all random?

Monday, August 17, 2020

all avail

her eyes were closed
her body glows 
she sees herself 
in full detail 
and blushes 
from the scrutiny 
with every flaw 
redeeming me 
to all avail. 

And seemingly, 
she loves this person
she has been, and 
she could be. The best one
in my life, exploring 
scenery and slipping back
behind the drops to cop 
the moment feelingly. 

And actually, we 
fit so well we can't 
sit, lie, fly still as
swaying, clapping
gonging bell. 

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